Hi Syria,

How are you feeling today?
I've heard so much about you
How strong you are
Enduring six years of illness
And counting
Of how high spirited you've remained
Watching children play in the
Midst of turmoil;
Indiscriminate shelling
Heard of the many chemical baths
You've been subjected to
Assad believing you have
Cancerous cells
Needing to be exterminated
Not realizing HE is
The cancer and you;
You the victim
How I wish I could help you heal
From your trauma

Yet I heard an injection
Was given you today
With the hope
The chemical baths can end
Because it is killing you
Slowly rotting
Destroying your body
Taking away your beauty
The side effect of corruption
How beautiful you once were
How long will it take you to heal?
I wish for peace of mind
And a healthy future for you
Syria

From JM 4/7/17

You are a spectrum of danger,
thrown out on the battle field,
a molecular dark riding ranger,
and it's not like a fire,
or a sword that you weild,

A molecular biology occurring in dark,
I,
I can't think in this way,
a bonding of agents-
to fuse from a spark,
creating raw chemistry,
it's why I want you to stay,

Microelectronicmechanical bits spawn,
under such dangerous conditions,
I eagerly anticipate the coming of dawn,
my knees fall weak again,
as you break down more inhibitions,

Sweetly I just can't resist,
despite all the effort I give,
I tip my neck back - as I enlist,
and relish the moment occurring,
an still I hope that I'll live,

No way to fight in this passion,
no one else to come rescue me,
been too long with a ration,
a twinge of unhinged desire,
I close my eyes,
adjusting to see,

It's a magnetism in chemical vibration,
from lack of sweet frequency to come,
an even from deep satiation,
I inhale a last - b r e a t h,
as all my defenses- undone,

I open my eyes an you're gone again,
along with the shining of sun,

As I lay covered - head to toe
in your weaponized Smartdust.

Ma Cherie © 2017

This is a message
A message to all the bullies and tormentors
These are the words that your victims wish to say,
but cannot because they are too scared to see what you will do to them in return
I have the ability to say these things
These things that need to be said
This is for you
The bullies

Why do you think it's okay to build yourself up by breaking others down?
The monsters people wished weren't under their beds
turned out to be you instead

How can you not notice that you are killing people?
This isn't just some joke

Other people's lives aren't your toys
that you can discard when you get bored of them
This isn't some game to the people you hurt

You treat people like dirt,
when you can't see their real worth

You don't understand what horror lives within your words
You don't understand how your words leave scars on their hearts
You don't understand it's not only our feelings getting bruised
You just don't understand

Because not all of us are the same
Not everyone deals with things alike
Sometimes,
the thing that is the lightest of light to you
is the darkest of dark to another

Your words are and forever will be
lies
You treat others as if they are just gum on your shoes
something you just want to get rid of.
Because once the gum is gone,
your shoes will look better
Right?

No
you are wrong
How dare you think that what you say
should be said
The people you hurt
they are the gems of this earth.

Just by the way you treat them
you are the gum on their shoes

The knives coming from your mouth
stab others
They leave scars forever
These scars can't be healed by a simple
"I'm sorry"
They don't heal
ever

What you don't realize is..
The girl that you just called ugly
She has been given a plague by the names of
Depression
So, she can't help but take your "joke" to heart
It may look like she doesn't care
But she is walking away holding back the tears you gave

Then after school,
when you post about the victory you got from her pain on social media,
She is at her home,
in the bathroom
sitting on the floor
inflicting pain on herself because
what you said
she believes is true.

The next day,
she isn't at school
nor will she be the day after that
she isn't coming back

Yet you say,
"She got what she deserved"
How can you think this is just?
How can you be so cruel to the same person
you just killed?

She died by your words
She died thinking she was a burden
She died thinking she is a mistake
She died not ever knowing her true beauty
All of this because of your brutal words.

And you
don't care

How can you do this to an innocent person?
They did nothing wrong

Stop.
Because this
This is ******
And it's not okay.

You bring fear upon those with kindness in their hearts
whereas you
have none

However,
if you have just begun
Just started giving out fear like candies
Know that with each word you say
another part of your heart withers away

So, do me a favor and
Remember
Your words
aren't words at all
They are weapons
Don't use them without thinking first

You have the power within you to be good
You can change
You are able to be the difference
You have the choice
A choice of words

Because the things that come out of your mouth can
****
or
save
someone

Choose Wisely

The very essence of the human,
Classed as **** Sapiens,
With hopes to save our troubled world,
For generations of boys and girls,
The lemmings never seem to listen,
Is self-destruction our human mission?
Australia sells them our uranium,
We are the global rogue nation,
The stand-off of nuclear weapons,
No one wants to push the first button,
Still, we ain't dead yet,
Disarming the world would be a better get,
No lemmings ever seem to listen,
Is eidetic obliteration our true mission?

We all have our secret hideaways, we all have our cures, and our bandage solutions, and we all have addictions.

You will eat to fill the hollow kindly provided by someone who's left you lying in bed at night, wondering why you weren't good enough, or maybe even just enough, to make them stay.

We all carry earbuds...more like soulbuds. Hello music, goodbye world, goodbye sorrow. We all break down, no matter how hard we hide it, no matter how well we can disguise it...eyes can't lie, but they sure can act.

And we all try to bandage our wounds, though we're the worst doctors. I puke smiles, you puke smiles, we ALL puke smiles...

but no one's meant them for a while.

My love your words are knives
Broken arrows impaled in my side

Who are they killing?
These human beings running away from themselves
and away from those we love;
and away from those who leave us;
By choice we choose to love
and hate at the same time
For no love is so great it can strangle flames;
For no human being is so great he can change the world;
But it is quite so possible to bomb away,
anyway
At great heights,
we push buttons and exterminate millions
And it wasn’t our fault,
but the machine
The machine is our great deceiver and the machine
is what we feed with black gold
Black gold, at the bottom of oceans and
mixed with
blood
on battlefields

Who do they keep killing?
For their love of people, they ****
They **** reflections of their own families and friends
The cruel game of war
We love and hate
and we love to hate
and we
hate distances
but we create so much distance as if
the machine; air planes; bombs and knives
could destroy our bodies
At the end
we dread those distances
Those distances are ways to death and ways to die
We hated those distances
in the end;
we regret the moments of breath we didn’t
share
in fear of being rejected
When we run away from each other
We hate each other
And we love to play the game of
forgiveness and pain

Open up and love people
even when they are rejecting you
Because that’s just our
nature
Because war is in our nature
Because we should see the flickers of right and wrong
Because we should stop
before we start
killing one another
like small soldiers
Falling,
and never
coming back to us
Read the last lines backwards
That could be us

**07.07.14